My heart drops immediately as the unbelievable words are spoken. This messed up girl in front of me is Beth, the Beth who apparently, according to everyone, burnt and died in a torturous way by Harry's lead. I don't know if I've already just gone insane and I'm seeing things, or Beth really isn't dead. But then again, if Beth isn't dead, what is she doing in here?
"B-Beth" My hands start to shake, "but you're... Dead?"
"Yeah, well, that's what they think" Beth fiddles with her fingers.
"H-Harry burnt you?" I face palm, "I don't understand."
"Actually, H-Harry got Niall to kill me, Harry isn't as strong and powerful as everyone thinks he is," Beth quietly says, "Niall didn't want to kill me, so he, forever since before the day you entered The Dollhouse, has been hiding me here."
"I don't know what to say..." I make a confused expression, taking everything in.
"He doesn't let me out, I hardly eat, I haven't showered, I haven't brushed my teeth, I'm going insane." Beth says, hardly scratching her knee.
I sit in front of Beth, staring at her broken face.
Beth tries to put her hand on my cheek, but I flinch.
"Don't. Please don't touch me" I say, moving back.
"Why are you in here?" Beth says, her eyebrows raised.
"I don't know. I just... Wanna get out" I say, tears dwelling in my eyes.
"Are you about to cry?" Beth asks.
"No." I lie, sniffling.
"I'm going to sleep."
"You actually sleep? How can you sleep with all these dead bodies?"
"I've been in here for over four months. I get used to it, I guess"
"Oh, o-okay." I quietly say.
"Why don't you go to sleep?"
"I'm not sleeping here. Harry is going to find me." I cross my arms.
"Haha, he's got you under that little charm too?" Beth sarcastically chuckles.
"Don't worry." Beth says before she lies down, right next to me. I hold my breath for a little in fright.
After ten minutes, Beth is already fast asleep. I close my eyes shut, trying to block everything out, but still sitting in the same position as I have.
"Please help me." I whisper, shutting my eyes and eventually falling asleep.
| The Next Day |
I wake up with a throbbing headache, looking around the red painted room in confusion. And then I remember, I'm at Niall's.
I turn around on the bed to see Liam sleeping on a small cream coloured couch, him loudly snoring.
I get out of the guest bed, and go into the bathroom.
I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and puffy, my brown curls are messy and everywhere, and I can barely keep my posture.
Soon, Liam walks in, him not looking too good either.
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the dollhouse | h.s.Fanfiction
Everyone is mad. Everyone is insane; slowly falling off the deep edges of their own psychotically twisted minds. Harry Styles and Holly Parker just seem to fall even deeper. [highest ranking: fanfiction #1]